"Look here," said Bobby. "I've been thinking you're just the man who might help me. I want to play this fellow French a trick."
"Sure," said the other, "our minds are jumpin'. A trick? Why, that's the game I'm after myself."
"I was thinking," said Bobby, "of rotting him by sending him a telegram from town to tell him to come up at once, as some relation was ill. The only thing is I don't know if he has any relations in town."
"That's no use," said Giveen. "You leave me to play him a trick. See here."
"Yes?"
"The chap's rotten with debt."
"Debt! Why, I thought he was a rich man."
"Rich! He's as poor as Brian O'Lynn. And, look here—he's down here in hiding!"
"Hiding?"